In the sterile white glow of his high-tech laboratory, Colress adjusted his glasses, his expression unreadable as he reviewed data on the optimal bond between trainers and Pokémon. The hum of machinery filled the room, a rhythmic accompaniment to his thoughts. Yet, today, his usual focus was disrupted.
“Excuse me, nerd,” came a high-pitched, chaotic voice. “Why are you so cringe?”
Colress turned to see a small figure with bright pink hair, rabbit ears twitching in apparent annoyance, and a chaotic energy that made his normally calm demeanor falter. Pipkin Pippa, the most unpredictable gobl—err, girl he had ever encountered, had somehow breached the security of his lab.
“How did you get in here?” Colress asked, blinking in confusion.
“I followed the trail of lame science and jew-tier security measures,” Pippa replied, hopping onto one of his pristine lab tables and knocking over a stack of papers. “So, you’re the big-brain guy everyone keeps simping for in Pokémon Masters?”
Colress cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t call it ‘simping.’ It’s merely an appreciation of my intellectual pursuits.”
“Oh, please.” Pippa smirked. “You’re a glorified Einstein with a fetish for electromagnetic fields.”
Colress opened his mouth to respond but found himself strangely captivated. There was something… disarming about her brashness. It was as though her chaotic energy filled a void he didn’t know existed in his perfectly ordered world. He shook his head. No, this was illogical.
“You’re quite… unique,” he said at last, adjusting his lab coat. “But I fail to see the purpose of your intrusion.”
“I’m here to make fun of you,” Pippa said bluntly, leaning forward until she was inches from his face. “And maybe steal your heart. Or your Pokémon. Whichever’s easier.”
Colress adjusted his glasses nervously. “You’re certainly… direct.”
“Duh,” Pippa said, hopping off the table. “But don’t worry, I’m not here to cause trouble. I just wanted to see if the rumors were true.”
“Rumors?” Colress asked.
“Yeah,” Pippa said, grinning mischievously. “That the guy who studies ‘bonds’ between Pokémon and trainers is probably just trying to make up for his lack of bonds with real people.”
For a moment, Colress was speechless. Then, to his own surprise, he laughed—a soft, genuine chuckle. “I suppose I deserve that.”
Pippa’s grin widened. “See? You’re not so bad. For a jew-tier scientist.”
The two locked eyes, and for the first time, Colress felt a spark that wasn’t entirely related to his research. Perhaps chaos and order weren’t such opposites after all. Perhaps, in the clash of their worlds, there was something to be discovered—something far more electrifying than any experiment.
As Pippa bounded out of the lab, leaving a trail of overturned equipment and chaos in her wake, Colress found himself smiling. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps he did need to form a bond beyond Pokémon and data. And perhaps, just perhaps, that bond would start with the most chaotic jew he had ever met.[.spoiler]
